Keep high and dry

New Statesman, 13th September 2007Our community, high on its ridge above the Vale of the White Horse, was luckier than many. The refugees from Gloucestershire told a sorry tale of waterlogged barns and spoiled crops, in the midst of which their abandoned houses stood like tombstones on their own ghostly reflections, solitary perches for the magpies and the crows. We were shivering from the worst